It’s simple

It always is
It never was but
It clearly can’t be anything else
It’s simple

So simple, it’s idiotic
So simple, it’s unrestrained
So simple, well…

The sly hand shifts and twists
The simple becomes the difficult

It’s difficult

It can’t be but
It never was except
It will forever be
It’s difficult

So difficult, it’s impossible
So difficult, it’s restless
So difficult, well…

The treacherous lie stabs hard
The difficult suddenly awakens the simple

It’s impossible, it’s idiotic
It’s restless, it’s unrestrained
Well… well…

Is it simple?
Is it difficult?

Which agony marries it first?
Which sadness claims its thirst?

Which simple destroys the difficult to be difficult in recognizing it was all along simple.

The weight holds every day.
The safety shatters in every moment.

The risk downplays the weight while it holds it close, regardless — in a moment, a day, a now relived.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~